Traffic smoulders crumbles thought
Dissolves flesh exhausts my head
I flap about the traffic lights
A flag of convenience
Interrogated by headlamps
Grilled by skeletal grills
That smile and smile
And yet are made of plastic.

I lurch from post to pillar to post
Containing my outline
With much concentration and makeup
Thoughts in overspill
Awash with surplus quarks
Unnecessarily trapped
In a net of surfaces
That flash and vanish

I am turned turtle
I cannot breathe
I am a parody
Of an ersatz charade
That stalks in silhouette
The nothingness that
Floats within

YET
In my heart somewhere
There is a rock

I will live forever.

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